There was a faint disturbance in the air; it was a presence that unsettled Jagon. Yet, he hesitated. It piqued his curiosity slightly, but he did not bother immediately rushing toward it. After all, it was probably just the hatchling.

Although he had no personal experience with dragons, Jagon knew that dragons emitted a unique, daunting energy called Fear. So, Jagon presumed the bothersome energy was just Dragon Fear. Even so, he took his sweet time heading to the Dragon Demon Castle. After all, there were many pleasures to enjoy on the way there.

Jagon reveled in the thrill of the hunt, showing no mercy to his prey. Some tried to fight back, others ran for their lives, and a few simply collapsed, wailing in terror. He relished every moment of the slaughter, giving each of his victims the attention they deserved. Each demonfolk was different, and their taste varied, but Jagon enjoyed them all the same. He ate and drank to his heart's content, but no matter how much he consumed, his hunger and thirst were never satiated.

Nevertheless, it was fine as long as the hatchling didn’t run away. No, on second thought, it would be fine as well, even if she did run away. A wicked grin spread across Jagon’s face as he considered his next move. He had been eagerly awaiting this moment, the chance to kill Raimira — the Dragon Duchess and the blood of Raizakia, the Black Dragon. Jagon knew that a fierce struggle was not in the cards, as it was clear that a two-hundred-year-old hatchling would not provide him with the entertainment he craved. However, an idea struck him then. What if he let her run? The thought of chasing her down and relishing in the hunt twice over sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. Yes, he decided that it would be rather special and fun.

Suddenly, Jagon came to an abrupt halt. Up until that moment, he had been strolling along at a leisurely pace without a care in...